PROFESSIONAL SECRETS. SERIOUS COIN. FREE TO BE ME! BUY THREE GET ONE FREE! GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY: (1) ELECTRIC COWBOY (NICHOLAS CAGE) SKULL ON FIRE RIDING CHOPPER; (2) RODEO KID COWBOY (SAM ELLIOT) MAN AND HORSE ON FIRE . . . TEAMING UP TO TAKE DOWN THE DEVIL TREE! RIDERS ON THE STORM. GENIUS LYRICS OF JIM MORRISON OF THE DOORS. THINK CRITICALLY. EXPLORE CREATIVELY. LIVE ETHICALLY. MADE FOR ALL. NO SHINE. ALL ME. SHEAR SMOOCH. HOT TRENDS. ASPIRE HIGH SCHOOL. YOUR MOBILE BEAUTY ADVISOR. #FASTFASHION. SIDEBAR: YOGA PANTS FOREVER. I BOUGHT A PAIR OF CHAMPION BLACK YOGA PANTS, AT TARGET YESTERDAY, ALONG WITH OTHER SUNDRY ITEMS, WHILE COWBOY WAITED IN THE TRUCK, CALLING ME EVERY FIVE MINUTES, WHILE I WAS TRIPPING TO PULL UP MY NEW PANTS, DITCH MY OLD ONES THAT WERE NO LONGER DECENT TO WEAR, AFTER STITCHING THEM UP ABOUT 4 TIMES, WHILE IN YELLOWSTONE . . . MY LAST PANTS, WERE CHEAP CHINESE YOGA PANTS, FROM WALMART, THAT ONLY LASTED ABOUT THREE MONTHS, WHEN, MY TARGET PANTS, WILL LAST A YEAR OR MORE! BUT, I BOUGHT, LONGS, RATHER THAN REGULARS, BECAUSE THE LAST PAIR WERE TOO SHORT AND FIT STRANGE--NOTHING TO DO WITH THE OWNERS, PLUMP BOD! LOL. SO I FIGURED, THAT THE LONGS, WITH THE EXTRA FLUFF ON MY BODY, WOULD, FILL IN THE EXTRA 4 INCHES, OF LENGTH, SO, THAT WAS ABOUT RIGHT. NOT SO. NOW, I HAVE FOUR INCHES, OF LENGTH, AND MY FLUFF IS DOING NOTHING TO HOLD THEM UP! SCREAM, I AM WALKING ON THE EXTRA! SO, IN TRUE, CIA FASHION, COPIED FROM MY #FASTFASHION, HOMELESS STYLE, NEVER HAD ANYONE GUESS ME AS HOMELESS, BALCK ALWAYS CLASSY AND FRESH, NO SO WITH OTHER COLORS . . . BUT, THROUGH THE MISSOULIAN, FRONT PAGE ARTICLE, SHOWING A BLONDE AND A BRUNETTE, WEARING ALL BLACK, BUT, LOOKING TALL, DUE TO WALKING ON STILTS. NOW IN THIS MIND, SUSPICIOUS OF THE MISSOULIAN, BEING USED TO SEND, EITHER FALSE, OR TRUE INFORMATION, SUBLIMINALLY, THROUGH THE NEWSPAPER, SYMBOLISM AND SIGNS, ME PURCHASING THE SIZE "LONG" PANTS, THAT, WOULD BE WHAT BOTH SISTERS, RACHEL AND SHELLEY, BOTH RESPECTIVELY, THREE TO FOUR INCHES TALLER THAM MYSELF, I BELIEVE, THE MESSAGE TO THE PUBLIC WHO MOST LIKELY KNOW THE TWO, AND NONE KNOW ME, IS THAT, I AM TALLER THAN BOTH SISTERS, WHICH IS "FAKE" NEWS! IN THE SOUTHWICK FAMILY, THERE ARE THREE BIG SISTERS, AND THREE LITTLE SISTERS! THE TALLER ONES GOT MY FATHER'S GENES AND THE SMALLER GOT MY MOTHER'S GENES WHO IS, ONLY 5'4". MY FATHER IS 6'3" SO, BETWEEN THAT AND MY MOTHER'S 5'4", WE ALL FALL INTO ONE OF THE TWO CATEGORIES, THE TALL GALZ, AND THE SHORTER GALZ. SHELLEY, RACHEL, AND SUE ARE THE BIG MOOSES! ME, MARCIE AND TIFFANY, ARE DAINTY AND PETITE, WITH A LITTLE MEAT! LOL. SO, MY CREDIT CARD, MAY BE MISLEADING! THESE REPLACEMENT PANTS, ARE TOO FUCKING LONG, JUST AS ANNOYING AS BEING ON THE HIGH WATER SIDE OF THE LAST PAIR OF PANTS! NO, I AM NOT ONE OF THE AUNTS! MOTHER OF THE MODERN DAY DOORS, ELLIOT, AND THE DITCH & THE DELTA BAND! HE IS NOT, A SON OF THE DELTA FORCE MARINES, OR INTELLIGENCE MACHINE! JUST ONE MEAN MOTHER! LOL. WHAT TO DO WITH SENSITIVE MEN. I HAVE ZERO TOLERANCE! LOL. COWBOY AND THIS MEAN MACHINE, ARE A CLASSIC MATCH! PRIMITIVE MAN VS. SOPHISTICATED LADY! LOL. PRETTY DEADLY. TOTAL CONFIDENCE. MAGICAL ESCAPE. SINFUL COLORS. OUTRAGEOUS NAILS. ALMAY SMART SHADE. FREE TO BE ME! STITCHES: WE MAKE YOU LOOK GOOD! WERE ARE YOU? LOL. I HAVE THE YELLOWSTONE NATIONAL PARK OLD GEYSER HAT ON! OLD FAITHFUL. BUT, OF COURSE, COWBOY DIDN'T NOTICE! LOL. THE DEVIL TREE. IT IS FUNNY, LAST WEEK I WROTE ABOUT THE DREAM I HAD, AND I FORGOT THE THIRD SEGMENT OF THE THREE PART DREAM, NOW, CAN'T REMEMBER THE FIRST TWO PARTS, BUT THE THIRD ONE CAME TO ME . . . IF YOU ARE A BIBLE THUMPER, YOU KNOW THE SYMBOLISM OF THE GRAFTING OF THE "OLIVE TREE" . . . THERE ARE SEVERAL SCRIPTURES THAT STATE, THE FRUIT DOESN'T FALL FAR FROM THE TREE! A GOOD TREE, CAN'T PRODUCE BAD FRUIT, NOR CAN A BAD TREE PRODUCE GOOD FRUIT! HOWEVER, THE LORD, ALLOWS, FOR GRAFTING OF OTHER BRANCHES, INTO THE GOOD TREE. SO WITH THAT IN MIND, THE DREAM MAKES SENSE . . . I REMEMBER, FAMILY BEING IN THE DREAM . . . BUT, IN THE LAST PART OF THE DREAM, IT SAID, SOMETHING LIKE, IF YOU KILL THE OLIVE TREE, OR THE SOURCE OF LIFE, BOTH THE NATURAL BRANCHES AND THE GRAFTED BRANCHES WILL DIE, BECAUSE, THE SOURCE IS THE SOURCE! SO, TAKE THIS BLOG, FOR INSTANCE, MADE FOR EVERYONE, TO INSPIRE, TO GUIDE, TO LEAD, TO TRAIN, TO ENTERTAIN, TO EDUCATE, TO GIVE JOY, AND TO MAKE YOU THINK, OR PISS YOU OFF! THINK CRITICALLY. EXPLORE CREATIVELY. LIVE EITHICALLY. THE GOOD FIGHT! NOW, THREE MONTHS AGO, THE MOB, OR "THEY" THE COMBO OF MOB, MORMONS, MEN IN BLACK, MILITARY, TRUMP FANS, WHOEVER, THIS "SWARM" CONSISTS OF, IN ANGER, OR IN HAST, CUT OFF, 1142 OR SO, OF MY BRILLIANT BLOG, TO KEEP FOR THEMSELVES, DENYING ALL OTHERS THE ENJOYMENT OF THE FUN, KNOWLEDGE, AND POWER, THAT MY BLOG TENDS TO GIVE . . . YOU COULD SAY, I AM THE GIVING TREE! THEN, ABOUT THREE WEEKS AGO, ANOTHER, 1,000 WERE LIFTED, OFF MY SITE, AND, WENT TO A SITE, THAT THE "SWARM" COULD CONTROL, RATHER THEN, THE PIZZA MADE FROM SCRATCH, WITH EVERY WORD, THROUGHT, AND ORIGINAL DELIVERY, MINE, I WAS STRIPPED OF ALL OF THESE BLOGS, I WROTE! NOW, IT IS HARD TO EVEN FIND MY BLOG, AT ALL . . . I WAS THE TOP 3 TO 10 BLOGS, ON EVERY FUCKING SITE ON THE WEB, FOR 5.5 YEARS! NOW, I AM ALMOST NON-EXISTENT. THE JOY IS DWINDLING FAST, FROM, WRITING, BECAUSE, THERE IS NO EVIDENCE, EVEN OF WHERE THE WRITING IS ENDING UP! BEFORE, I GOT THE PLEASURE OF, SEEING MY BLOG, LISTED OVER EVERY FUCKING, LEAD SITE, ON THE INTERNET, WITH MILLIONS, EVEN TO BILLIONS OF HITS OR RESULTS, IN NO TIME AT ALL, LIKE IN FRACTIONS OF SECONDS! NOW, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE BLOGS ARE REGISTERING, BUT THEY ARE WORTH ABOUT A BILLION PER DAY! THIS IS NOT ONLY THE MOST DESPICABLE ACT OF PIRACY, BUT, THEY ARE KILLING, THE VERY TREE THAT GIVES THEM NOURISHMENT, AND LIFE! THEY HAVE GRAFTED INTO MY TREE, MIXED WITH MY BRANCHES, OR KIDS, LIVED, SUCKED, AND DRAINED ME DRY, LEAVING NOTHING FOR ME TO ENJOY, MYSELF! I AM SURE MY SON, FEELS EXACTLY, THAT SAME WAY ABOUT HIS MUSIC. AS LONG AS THERE IS SOME, ENJOYMENT AND PLEASURE FROM OUR ART OUR WORKS, OUR TIME AND EFFORT, BOTH, MOTBHER AND SON PRODUCE; HOWEVER, TAKE ALL FORMS OF CONNECTION TO OUR WORK, AND WE DIE . . . AND SO DO YOU. PATHETIC. SAD. DISTURBING. ILLEGAL. UNCONSTITUTIONAL. CRIMINAL. WHERE IS THE FBI AND CIA? THE NSA? THEY ARE GETTING BOUGHT OFF, BRIBED, AND PAID, TO STEAL, EVERY WORD, THOUGHT, AND IDEA, AND MAKE IT TOOK LIKE THE GALS ON STILTES ARE DOING THE WORK, BECAUSE THEYA RE SPENDING THE DOUGH! I AM SO BURIED, THAT, YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND, MY ELECTRONIC FOOTPRINTS ANYMORE! THIS IS A LOSS TO THE WORLD! PERIOD. THE MOST READIEST BLOG IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND, AND THEY ARE STEALING IT, AND BURYHING THE WRITER? I REMEMBER SEEING A POSTER OF MY SON, BLUE T-SHIRT, COPPER RED, GOLDEN HAIR, DOWN OVER HIS FACE, YELLOW ELECTRIC GUITAR, DARK PANTS, AND THIS WAS A POSTER, BACK WHEN, HIS BAND, GOD'S REVOLVER, WAS, HARD ROCK BAND OF THE YEAR, MAGNUM MAGAZINE, AND AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SITE, THE 3 POINT, FONT, COUNTING, NUMBERS, WERE GOING SO FAST, BUT THE NUMBERS WERE ASTRONOMICAL, AND TURNING OVER IN THE HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS, AND MILLIONS, IF NOT BILLIONS, SO FAST, THAT, IT BLEW MY MIND . . .. THIS WAS BACK IN 2008 OR SO, WHEN, ELLIOT HAD THREE WORLD WIDE MUSIC MAGAZINE, INTERVIEWS THAT WERE ALL KILLED, BY GRANDPA AND NOW, EX-HUB, OF GRETA, DALLAS! ELLIOT'S NATIONWIDE MUSIC TOUR WAS INTERFERED WITH, AND, HIS BUS, AND THIS IS VERY SYMBOLIC, DIED IN WASHINGTON, D.C.! MCDC! MURDER SEE, D.C.! COPS, WHO ARE ALLEGEDLY OVER, FINANCIAL CRIMES ARE THE ONES PERPETRATING THE CRIMES, AND STEALING THE MONEY, AND ONCE THEY STOLE, SON'S, SONS', MUSIC, THEY JUST ADDED THE MOM'S BLOG, RIGHT INTO THE COUNT WITH THE STOLEN, MUSIC, AND MONEY! THIS IS ASSET FORFEITURE ON STERIODS, ALL RUSSIAN, TYPE BULLSHIT THAT MADE, A RUSSIAN, COP, NOT ONLY PRESIDENT TWO TERMS LONGER THEN HE CONSTITUTIONALLY SHOULD BE, BUT ONE OF THE RICHEST MEN IN THE WORLD! AND WE CAN'T GET RID OF TRUMP, WHO IS WITH PUTIN, BACKED BY COPS AND MILITARY, GOING DOWN THE SAME PATHS, AS PUTIN DID . . .ALL SPIES AT THE CIA AND KGB LEVEL, KNOW EACH OTHER, AND WANT TO RULE THE WORLD, ALONG WITH MILITARY MIGHT . . . THAT IS WHY IT IS SO CRITICAL, THAT, THE MONEY, FROM THE NATURAL OLIVE TREE, GETS, AND NURISHES, THE GRAFTED, IN BRANCHES. BUT THEY KEEP KILLING THE TREE AND THE NATURAL BRANCHES . . . THEN, WHO FUNDS THE CIA BLACK OPS, TORTURE CHAMBERS, AND BUILDS THE WARSHIPS? THE MONEY IS DRYING UP, RAPIDLY. THEY LOST, ABOUT, $6,000,000,000, JUST BY ME, NOT WRITING LAST WEEK . . . NO WONDER THEY WANT TO KNOW WHERE I AM EVERY FUCKING SECOND OF THE DAY AND NIGHT, I AM THE GOLDEN GOOSE, THE MONEY MAKER! TAYLOR SWIFT OF BLOGGING! I PRODUCE MY OWN, MUSIC AND WRITE MY OWN WORDS! I AM FUCKING WORLD FAMOUS, BUT NOBODY, KNOWS MY FACE, BUT THEY DO KNOW ALL THE GIRLZ CLUB, SPENDING MY MONEY, AROUND THE GLOBE AND TAKING CREDIT FOR MY BRAINS, IN WASHINGTON, D.C, GIVING, THE CIA, BRAGGING RIGHTS TO ME? BUY THREE, GET ONE, THE REAL ONE, THE SMART, ON FREE, THE MONEY MAKER FREE . . . AND NOBODY, EVEN KNOWS SHE EXISTS! NOW IN THIS GAME OF, MIX, MATCH AND ATTACH, THE LAST PHASE OF THE STEAL HAS TAKEN PLACE! THERE IS THIS PROCESS OF GRAFTING, WOMEN, INTO THIS, OLIVE TREE, BY MEN, WHO WANT, TO TAKE CREDIT FOR ME, BE MARRIED TO THE ULTIMATE MUSCLE GIRLFRIEND OR WIFE, BUT THEY CAN'T CONTROL ME, OR I DON'T WANT THEM, OR AFTER SEEING THE SAME PATTERNS OF CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR, WORTHY OF RICO CHARGES AND VIOLATIONS, FOR MOB TYPE ACTIVITY, I HAVE ZERO TOLERANCE FOR COPS, AT WHATEVER LEVEL! THIS WEEKEND OR MY LITTLE TRIP, REAFFIRMED THAT ONE MORE TIME! THIS WILL LIKELY BE THE LAST BLOG I WRITE, I AM JUST, SEEING THE LAST EMBERS OF DESIRE TO WRITE . . . JUST LIKE THEM, STEALING MY $356.7 MILLION SECURITIES, CASE, OR FUCKING, JUDGE, MICHAEL G. WESTFALL, ALLOWING, SHELLEY WIG AND ALL TO BE ME IN COURT, TO START ESTABLISHING THE FACT THAT, SHE IS ME! THIS IS DIRTY FROM, PARENTS TO JUDGES, EVEN U.S. SUPREME COURT JUDGES . . . FRAUD, FAKES, LIARS, CHEATERS, LOSERS, ARE THE ORDER OF THE DAY . . . EVERYBODY LOVES, SHELLEY, RACHEL, AND KAY, SO, WHY SHOULD WE DEAL WITH YOU? BECAUSE, I AM ME! THEYA RE NOT ME! THEY DIDN'T DO THE FAMILY, THE LAW SCHOOL, THE TOP JOBS, THE AWARD WINNING MANUALS, THE UNIVERSITIES, THE CASES, THE LOBBYING, THE WATER COMPACT, THE BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY, QUITE, SIMPLY, ARE NOT ME! COPS, KIDS, AND CLOWNS, DON'T GET TO DECIDE, WHO GETS TO BE ME AND THAT IS LEGIONS . . . I GET MYSELF PLACES, SO THEY USE ME, TO GET THEIR ASSES, INTO PLACES, THEIR NIPPLES, COULDN'T GET THEM! TRY THE GIRLS, WITHOUT ME! NOTHING BURGERS! IF THEY ARE SOOOOOOO GREAT, EXTRACT ME FROM THE EQUATION! THEY WILL GET YOU NOTHING, BUT, MAYBE YOU CAN BUTTFUCK THEM, ALL YOU FAGS, MAGGOTS AND QUEERS, HIDING BEHIND ME, THROUGH THEM! FUCK? NOW, TO TRAIN, NEW SPIES AND ASPIRING, POL,ITICAL ACTIVISTS, BEFORE, I DIE ON THE VINE, OR THEY DO . . . I STILL HAVE ALL THE KNOWLEDGE, BUT KNOWLEDGE, GAINED AND NO SHARED, DIES WITH THE OWNER, BUT REMEMBER, THE NATURAL AND THE GRAFTED BRANCHES DIE TOO . . . EVEN GOD CAN'T UPSET, NATURAL LAW AND IS BOUND BY IT! YOU ARE NOT GODS, BUT SELF, WORSHIPPING, ASSHOLES, BASED ON ALL I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CRAZY ASS BITCHES AND BASTARDS! THE DEVIL TREE. --JERZY MIKE KOSINSKY!

MAGICAL ESCAPE

• readers know, that my daughter, has recently gone through a divorce . . . this escape, started, about three weeks ago.  FAMILY FIRST, with me.  Not so with most women, sisters, friends, included, men, first, sacrifice the kids for your own, security.  Now, I had a bed, at the Pov. and I had a job that I liked, picking up cigarette butts is a challenge, when, you are the only non-smoker, in the building, but the one who loves a nice yard!  LOL.  Now, my daughter's ex, is not known for making plans, and he is suppose to have the kids, all summer, long.  Now, I am not about, to let my personal, ambitions or a possible, new bow, take precedence over my grand kids!  Clear distinction, from, my parent's DEVIL TREE!  They are grafting into the GOOD TREE!  So, is Dallas coming to take the kids?  I don't know.  Well, keep me informed.  A week, ago, and I love my little nitty gritty dirt life, but, first things, first . . . so, have you heard from Dallas?  No. Well, you know my money goes fast, so, if I don't hear, I will most likely, have it spent, and you will have to wait until, next month.
• so over the course, of, the last week, since, Memorial Day, the box knife, killer, and the Colombian drug cartel dude, are getting dicier and dicier, while the cops have backed off . . . but, I am, liking cowboy, at least for the time being . . . I know if I can just get three months in Utah, or three months here--if I am here, he is not going to notice the drastic change, so, that will romantically, make all the difference in a new romance--better to disappear for three months, and come back, after calving season, branding and summer bull sales . . . so, is Dallas taking the kids?  I still don't know.  FUCK!  Last Friday, I get paid, two days, early, never happens . . . now, I don't want to sign up for swimming or the gym, until, I know, where I am spending the summer. Makes sense, right?  So, I have money in my pockets, and ants in my pants!  I decide to stay, for once, and, play this out . . . it is about, 8:00 pm, Friday night.  Mr. Box Cutter, shows up, in front of the Pov. where I had been sitting for about, and hour, waiting for check in, and also, another friend of mine, I have known since the old Pov. days, shows up, just off the boat from, Oregon, we tramp trip together, meeting up, everywhere from, this bus stop to the Pov.  Now with, the woman, hater, box killer, standing there, I said, so, seeing that is pay day, or near, are you still going to Seattle to kill that lady who owes, you $1700?  I don't even know here address, but I would kill you, for 50 Pecos!  Okay, so this dude, hates his mother, and he, doesn't care who he kills, or he has a contract out on me, from the mob, or the military or my family!  This is all on Pov. surveillance tapes!  Gladly, I understand, that, after I wrote about this dude, showing up in the foyer, last week, brandishing the box cutter, so symbolic, of my calling my blog, a box . . . until he noticed, another reader, that, the Pov. staff, took the box knife away from him!  It is policy, that all knives and weapons be turned in!  GOOD.  This dude, acts, crazy, everyone ignores, him, but again, last night, he came and sat down with me in the front foyer, and, that is after, showing up, and asking me where I had been, at dinner!  The dude is 20 years plus in the military, this is a costume, or disguise, perfect for a killer, under cover, nobody would suspect, and he always wears, hats and glasses!  Shave the beard, and ditch the crazy clothes . . . could be a great looking, guy, with great credentials!
• generally, I don't tell ANYBODY, I am leaving . . . most at danger, leaving and coming!  But, I thought, I am sick and tired of sneaking out, didn't want to do my chore, and didn't want to wait in line, and even in an era of Trump, I am still, white, over the age of 21, and free . . . oh, but I forgot the sexism!  So, I tell  Pam and Anna, that I am leaving, need to get up and get my shit, and, then, I am out of here, thinking, I am leaving for the summer, or forever! Someone was watching in the surveillance camera, over the front desk, or someone at the front desk, on payroll, alerted, opposing forces, in this war, to be, ME!  "They" want complete and utter control over me at all times, because, the GIRLZ, all look bad, when, I show up, in say, YELLOWSTONE, and they are still in Missoula!  I call the Yellow Cab, after getting my shit, make-up, upstairs.  I don't report to anyone!  Not, a husband, not a boyfriend, not my kids--dyer consequences, and danger, from all fronts!

ME AND THE DEA!  JEFFERSON BUS LINES!  A 7 MAN ESCAPE!  3 HOURS OF TERROR!  JUST KIDDING, I AM SMARTER THEN, 7 COPS! BUT NO JOY RIDE, EITHER!

• meanest looking bus ticket clerk, I have ever seen.  I am going to have to route you though DENVER?  Look, I have taken this trip about 50 times in the last, 7 years, and, I have never had to go through DENVER!  HIT. HIT. HIT!  NO.  Just give me a ticket to Butte, and I will try to get a ticket to St. George, Utah, there . . . I just happen to have that ticket, still, never used it, because, I NEVER WENT TO ST. GEORGE, UTAH!
• dude, hooks me up with a ticket to Butte, Montana.  Now, when, I came in, the whole lobby was empty.  When I turn around, there is, dip shit, suspected of being a cop, or on the payroll, the dude who gave me one of the fake diamond studs, who thought this made me his girlfriend, back in December, of, whatever year, the same time I met, cowboy, and, Baxter, long haired, dude, farm boy from, Minnisota, so a while ago.  I thought, you left?  He didn't say anything, the day of the bus trip, last Friday.  I decided this was the IDENTIFIER!  So, I decided to make it look, like I was, leaving, to go across the street, to ditch dip shit!  Now, if you are not, on the HIP STRIP, Higgiins, or at some club, or bar, in Missoula, the rest of the town, rolls its sidewalks up by about, 8:00 pm, so it is deader than, dead, near the bus terminal.  I fake, walk to the streetlight, and go sit behind the bus station, to chill and kill some time, until, the 11:15 pm, bus leaves.
• all the sudden, this, fake, homeless, dude, with a strangely, staged, cart, or grocery, chart, filled, with shit, comes around the corner.  He said, DON'T be afraid, I HAVE A CONTRACT???!!!!  Then he got right up, near the cement table, I was sitting at, and started to pick up garbage!  So, he is implying that he has a contract to pick up shit, at the station?  Na, I have been around this place for years, the ticket taker does it all!  He has a contract on me!
• at the same time, to distract me, or something, this real, beater, DEA, looking, truck, with a Pizza Hut, red hat sign, on the top, starts, slowly up the street with NO HOUSES!  Newsflash agents, anything out of the ordinary, like, looking for an address to deliver pizza, with no houses, only businesses, most closed, but for the station, you should have at least, tried to act like you were delivering to the bus boyz!  No, this idiot, slowly drives up the street, backs, back to close to me, stalls, like he is waiting for the two dudes inside and Mr. Clown Contract guy, to get into place!  This is not looking good, could have two blind side me from behind, and two, in front . . . I AM FUCKING OUT OF HERE.
• as I gather up my shit, beater truck, tries to position himself, between me and the other side of the street,  looking like, he could easily, be, planning a hit or shot at me, acting like he was going to the corner, but basically, parking, about 20 yards short of the corner, to turn either, right or left and, he, had NO FUCKING TRAFFIC to wait for, dead, dead, dead!  I could read his mind, and, crossed, far behind his vehicle, close to the business, but heading towards the Broadway Inn.  He sees that I am out of reach . . . but had I not trusted my instincts, I could have walked to the end of the corner, and been hit with a bullet, easy!  Witnesses all on their side!  So, I waited to make sure, he was gone, and, the clean up man, across the street were, contained; however, another dude, showed up out of NOWHERE?  As I approached the sidewalk, this, new guy, comes walking, on the sidewalk, right where I would have crossed!  No thanks, another one . . . I waited, until he was clearly, beyond, reaching me, and then, Jaywalked across the street!  So that is 5 guys burgers and fries, already.
• I decide for security camera purposes, I am going to walk, close to the motel, kind of under the radar.  I sit down, on one of the benches, turn to check around me, and notice, this, Columbian drug cartel, looking, long haired, dude, jumping back, behind, near the STILL RESTAURANT, or the STEAL RESTAURANT, all things are symbolic!  I got a kick out of reading a new article on Ta Ta Swift, putting out her 7th album, and each detail, she is looking at as symbolic, from, 61 stars, to, palm trees, etc.  NO, Kay, living on the Pacific Coast, is not me, YOU HAVE NEVER MET ME!  But, everything is symbolic, and Taylor is picking everything just, right, for the unnamed album, with fans, fascinated and joining in on the code reading!  I see the due, longer, dark hair, and he knows it . . . there were several guests coming in too . . . even wondered if they were in on the stink op!  KILL HER BEFORE SHE GETS OUT OF TOWN!
• I ditch in the motel, just act like a guest and go straight to the place where breakfast is served in the mornings, where the pool can be seen, and where several, moms from Butte, softball moms, in town for their daughters, games, and tourney, the next day, members of the BUTTE CHAOS!  White Hall Warrior, behind this shit?  Possible.  Protect, PUSSY!  Don't worry about, the real, PRIZE AND MONEY MAKER, DATING YOUR DAD!  LOL!  The mom's club is watching, yeah, the NCAA college softball playoffs, between, the WASHINGTON HUSKIES, and, the OKLAHOMA UNIVERSITY, I think . . . fluffy chick pitcher, so good, on Huskies!  Shit, she pitched, a game with 16 fucking, strike outs, and an average of throwing the softball, larger than a hardball, 71 mph!  She was sooo good, as were all the girlz . . . you've come a long way, baby, since, my time, just starting women's team sports, my senior year, 1973!  THESE GIRLS, WERE EVERY BIT, AS GOOD AND FUN TO WATCH AS PRO BASEBALL!  GIRL POWER!  FUN. FUN. FUN.
• now for the 7th guy, looked, normal, undercover cop, wearing, green, casual dress shirt, Levis, standard, cop hair, bald, average build, trying to look, like he was just blending in with dad's and mom's, of the girl's softball tourney.  HERE IS THE CLINCHER . . . he came in the dining, TV area, and asked me where he could get some water?  DUDE, if you are, a guest, you have water in your ROOM! or you can get it from the BAR!, or you can, buy some at the front desk!  FRAUD ALERT, COP COMES UP!  He came in three different times, because, the GHOST, disappears without warning.  Must have cops on the prowl!  He kept acting nervous, like he was checking to see if I was there, and if he team was on their way!  I had, placed my backpack and coat, on the floor near me . . . that would have been part of the description of me from, the bus terminal.  Add, all the different, men, together, and see, the SWARM!  From cops to drug cartel?  The third time this dude, came to see if I was still there, and turned, I ditched in the restroom!  Someone, probably him, grabbed the door handle, to see if I was in there, or it could have been a swimmer, but most of the parents took the kids to their rooms!  It is about, 10:45 pm, by this time, a half our, final mile!
• I head out into the parking lot, slide long, the STEAL RESTAURANT, to the patio, then, the kitchen, see the bus pull in!  YEAH!  I hit the rocks, on the side of the parking lot, hide under the pine trees, and, cross the street, only to find, DIP SHIT, waiting . . . he sees me and literally, runs, to the front desk to tell, mean, ass dude, I am leaving!  Again, I ditch, to the back of the bus terminal, go around back and, look, to see when the bus is leaving!  The door to the bus is open, and I make a run for it, to find, DIP SHIT, standing in line . . . booked on same trip, to watch me?  FUCK!  The damned bus driver, said, he needed another, 20 minutes to get the bugs off the bus windows??????????????????  I DON'T THINK HE IS GOING TO KILL ME ON THE BUS!  HE PARKED HIS ASS, NEAR THE FRONT OF THE BUS, BECAUSE, I ALLOWED HIM, TO GO FIRST!  LOL.  I WENT TO THE BACK . . . HE MOVED BACK BY ME!!!!!  SCREAM.  LUCKY FOR ME, MR. ANAL, RETENTIVE, DIDN'T LIKE THE MUSIC, NEAR ME, SO HE MOVED, UP . . . MUST HAVE THOUGHT, I WAS GOING TO DENVER!  LOL.  HE LEFT OF THE BUS TO BILLINGS, WHILE I STAYED, ON IN BUTTE, FOR SALT LAKE SHUTTLE!  LOL.  HE WAS SWEARING AND CARRYING ON LIKE HE USED TO AT THE POV!  GOOD LOOKING GUY, BUT HE IS CRAZY, BAD TEMPER!  MEN DON'T COMMUNICATE VERY WELL!  LOL.  MISSED THE PART, THAT I REFUSED TO GO TO DENVER!  LOL.
•  I hit, Idaho Falls, before, I dare, text my daughter, to tell her, I am just going to come, in June, not wait until July . . . oh, mom, Dallas, is coming to pick up the kids, I don't need you until, JULY!  Great, so, my exercise program, is fucked again!  Wait, I remember, that, YELLOWSTONE AND JACKSON HOLE ARE RIGHT UP THE STREET FROM SHAKA's!  Cool summer!  Here is where, the blood hounds, lost my trail and scent!  I purchased a ticket, in Butte, to go the rest of the way to Utah, St. George, so, I told the chick at the ticket counter, that, while the cost, to go to Yellowstone, was, only $40.00, and my ticket to St. George, was, $49.40, perhaps, we could trade, straight across!  I was going to have a 7.5 hour layover in Salt Lake, anyway, so, plans change, but, this will be more fun, that the heat in St. George, but I did want to stop and see, son, Elliot, go to dinner or breakfast, but . . . shit happened, and, it was beyond, my control!  Dallas probably read, me call him a DEAD BEAT dad, in my blog on Friday, so he decided, to use some of his federal cop salary, to keep the Utah AG;s office off his ass!  GOOD CALL, DUDE!  LOL.  They probably saw that I was on my way, so, they TOLD, Dallas what to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  REAL FATHERHOOD!  Are you man enough??????  SILLY ME, TO THINK THIS IS THE END OF IT!  COWBOY PICKED UP THE TRAIL, WHEN, HE CALLED . . . YOU ARE WHERE?  THE BEAUTY OF A HONEY, TRAP, YOU TELL THEM WHERE YOUR ARE, AT ALL TIMES!  LOL.  FRIEND OR FOE?  BETTING, FOE, RIGHT NOW!  OH, WELL, ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!  LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  LOL.  AGE-WISE, I AM, RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE . . . GO WITH OLD FAITHFUL, MAYBE, PROBABLY, MARRIED, DOING WITH FOR HIS SON!  NOT ELLIOT, KENNEDY!  ELLIOT TAYLOR (SWIFT) SECRIST, IS THE SPITTING IMAGE OF HIS FATHER, NOT HIS MOTHER . . . THAT WOULD BE GRETA!  WE LOOK ALIKE, AS MUCH AS YOU AND YOUR DAD, OR ELLIOT AND HIS DAD, ZEKE, OR GRETA AND ME!
• from, Idaho Falls, there is a shuttle bus, change, at the American Inn, in Rexburg, ID., so I am guessing there is surveillance, cameras . . . I got on the computer, someone was watching, and, was looking for extended stays, or youth hostiles, in Yellowstone.  I also, re-posted my blog, there, new computer, new, breath of fresh air!  That was about, 3:00 pm, Mountain Time, Rexburg, ID. not Pacific time zone, where the blog shows!  I have seen as mush as a 16 hour delay, to make it look like Kay Baby, posted MY BLOGS! or I have seen, my computer, location, moving towards, Chicago, while I am in Utah, or Montana!  Smart technology, real stinky people!  So, I put an electronic footprint down!

MORMON GOD-SQUAD KICKS IN AT THIS POINT!  DRIVER, GETS ON, AND JOKES ABOUT, COPS, OR SHERIFFS, AND I SAID, DON'T TELL THE YELLOWSTONE, SHERIFF, I'M IN TOWN, FIRST THING OLD SHERIFF, OR SAME, DID, 7 YEARS AGO, WHEN, I DID THE SAME LOOP, WAS, PARK BEHIND ME AT THE GAS STATION, IN WEST YELLOWSTONE, WAY BACK, IN 2012!  HE JOKED, SAYING, A REGULAR HUH?  YEAH.  HE RECOMMENDED, I STAY AT THE "MADISON HOTEL" . . . COMMUNICATING WITHOUT COMMUNICATING!  THE HEAT IS ON!

• the young man at the desk, seemed, star-struck and could hardly speak?  He must have met Rachel, her ex-Moosman, Kay's, parents, used to run the campsite in West Yellowstone, for 20 years, so, perhaps, at some point, Rachel and Kay, or even Rachel, aka, me, and James Kennedy, stayed there, with Rachel, thinking, she, owned the place!  When, I was going to work at MACK's INN, back in 2012, (JOB AT MACK'S INN, ENDED, EVEN WITH A CONTRACT, BECAUSE, THE CON LAW PROFESSOR FROM HARVARD, WAS EXCITED TO ME, THE ATTORNEY, WHO DID THE SECURITIES CASE, THAT THE NATION WAS WATCHING!), that would have put me and Rachel, in mixed, maps, just like, later in 2013, our maps, were mixed, and she took credit for all my fun, stories and my job at Swiftcurrent, while I was blocked from even going to get my property, back in the day, when, DALLAS, team player, with cops or a cop, called, along with Kay Reilly, both needed me to come back to UTAH, for, legal help . . . mix, match and attach, as Shelley, was, grafted in there, and Rachel, grafted in in East Glacier National Park.  Someone just sneezed, ISSUE, or she TIS YOU!  FUCK, SHE IS, TOO STUPID, UGLY, AND, FUCKED UP TO BE ME,. SICK ASS KIDS, AND, SHOP EASY!  JUST SONNY BOY'S TYPE!  LOL.  HE STILL DREAMS OF BEING WITH ME, OR HE WOULD BE HAPPY WITH, RACHEL, JUST LIKE SHE IS WITH HER NAME AND KIDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  CURSOR GAMES STARTING, CAN'T GET A BULLET, NOR MOVE THE CURSOR, PROTECTING, PUSSY, AT ALL COSTS, AND EMBARRASSMENT!  KENNEDY!  BULLET WON'T ALIGN WITH THE ONES ABOVE . . . DRIVES THIS GRAPHIC ARTIST CRAZY, WHEN, THEY DO THIS, PERFECTIONIST!

  • I asked, about, Yellowstone tours, and some lady, from, Island Park, Utah, or from Utah, gave me, two brochures, One from, Yellowstone and Teton Tours, I believe, Alpen, and one, from, Yellow Van Lines, or another tour company.  Any Mormon is suspecious to me, because, Rachel, Shelley, Kay, Sue, and the Mo's,. or Mo aligned, think, that, the alleged GOOD GIRLS, should be me, whether they are or not, they want bragging rights to ALL I HAVE DONE, but not to ME!  HOW IN THE FUCK, DO YOU SEPARATE ME FROM MY LIFE . . . ONLY, MEN AND MO'S COULD DO THAT!
  • I immediately book a tour, for lower loop of Yellowstone with, Alpen Tours, and book, just after that, Salt Lake Express, return trip, to Shaka's in Idaho Falls, ID. for Tuesday morning, 9:00 am return!  Tour was for Monday, at 1:00 pm!  Me and the reservation chick, allegedly at Three Bears Motel, across the street, did the reservations, after hours for the Alpen Tours, or she was, inducted to take reservations, but she told me about the Bison Stew, and told me if I liked it to come tell her . . . very nice, nothing about cancelling the tour!
  • Cowboy, went to the Pov. to take me to dinner, on Sunday, called to see where I was . . . Interesting comments from friends, she is came in with a dazed look on his face, asking where I was, he walked and out, looked, pissed!  MASTER TRACKER, MR. MARSHAL, LOST HIS, ALLEGED, POSSIBLE GIRLFRIEND?  TOTAL SHOCK WHEN, I TOLD HIM WHERE I WAS . . . EXPLAINED, ABOUT GRETA, AND KIDS, DALLAS, AND WHY I WAS THERE.  OH.
  • in these old hotels, your room, doesn't have a bathroom, or shower, in it, I was in Room #8, and the bathrooms and shower were down the hall, all the way.  The old doors, originals, so cool, are loud and you can hear if the door of your neighbor opens, so, the FBI, return missionary squad, came out into the hall, each time, I tried to get out without notice, so they knew my comings and goings, could even see where I was going . . . one dude, said, oh, we run into each other again, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME!  I meet no one by accident!  I fell asleep, at roughly 7:00 pm, after talking to cowboy--up all night, the night before, on the bus!
  • I started to stir by about, 5:00 am, laid in bed, loving having a real bed, and it reminded me of my favorite, love scene, I wrote about yesterday--perfect, almost!  Window in same spot, cowboy, meets the criteria, maybe, when winter comes, we can come back?
  • I leave to take a shower, about, 6:00 am, wanting to get to breakfast, by, 7:00 am, at the Timberline next door.  When I come back and go to get something out of my backpack, I find my billfold, out of where I had put it, the slot where I keep my cell phone, now, a level higher, without the rubber band, open, with two pens, symbolic, placed or left, between all my cards, ID, etc., and I must have scared them, off, or they were lazy and sloppy, not putting things back where they found them, obvious, someone, came in my room, while I was in the shower down the hall!  I am thinking they  were looking for, my bank card, to steal, to cover their asses on everything from the bus tickets to the motel, the tour, and the return trip, to dinner!  THE SLIPPERY SLOPE OF ASSET FORFEITURE, MADE COPS, ALL THIEVES!  THERE ARE NO BOUNDARIES, NO WARRANTS, NO PRIVATE PROPERTY RIGHTS, JUST PREDATORS!  IN THE DEA'S MIND, RACHEL IS ME, ALL I DO, SHE GETS, OR ONE OF THE GIRLZ, MARRIED TO THE MOB! OR MORMONS, OR WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I WAS FURIOUS!  LAST TIME SOMEONE STOLE MY ID, WELL, TWO TIMES AGO, THIS IS ABOUT THE 4TH TIME, FIRST THE WORST, IT TOOK ME 4 YEARS TO GET IT ALL BACK!  I LUCKED OUT, I HAD, PUT MY DEBIT CARD, IN A SMALL, ENVELOPE, WITH THE FIRST SECURITY BANK, HORSE ON IT . . . THANK YOU, BANK, GOT IT, ALL, THIS TIME, UNLIKE, AMERICA FIRST BULLSHIT MORMON ASS CREDIT UNION, THAT GAVE, HALF TO RACHEL AND THAT IS ONLY, BECAUSE, I DREW MOST OUT IN CASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  AT LEAST THE OLD TIME MOBSTERS, TOOK 10%, THIS NEW, SWARM ON COPS, MOB, MORMONS, REPUBLICANS, AND MARINES, TAKE, 110% OR MORE IF THEY CAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES!
  • after breakfast, I walk in the Madison, mad my son, hotel, and the Mormon clerk, husband and wife team, or agent, inform me the tour that afternoon, had been cancelled, no driver, and I was the only one on the tour?  So, why didn't the lady, tell me, there was a possibility, that, the tour would be cancelled.  Here is an insider, agent, he said, they tried to call you, but, your phone either was not on, or, something . . . well, I put the phone, under my pillow, so I would not be traced!  Surveillance!  Room was bugged before I got there!  Dude tried to act nice, and one more time, my heart, sank, because, all last month, I had no money, and no fun, because of this lying ass bitch sister, trying to steal all my money, now, I can't even go on a fucking tour?  You have to be shitting me . . . I am sure, SHE, the galz, went, on the tour, in my name and my place . . . not too far, to drive from Missoula, straight shot!  I was pissed, disappointed, looking forward, to going, now, what?  FUCK!  They get MY gain, and I get all the pain!  MOB!  The guy tried, to schedule another tour, but most leave early.  Then, the dude, stuck to me like glue . . . lying!  He suggested I go to the Wild Bear and Wolf Museum, something Rachel would like more than, seeing the animals in the wild!  IMAX Theater, her thing too!  NO THANKS TO BOTH!  I asked where the library was, and the dude, tried to walk me there?  He wanted to know where I was going, why and when?  FUCK OFF!  I didn't tell him, I didn't want to see animals, in a box!  FUCK.  The wife, later, got defensive, and said, well, there are rescued animals, and it is a positive thing . . . really, be locked in jail, injured and see if that is s good thing?  They were pissed, that I didn't go where they suggested, what sheriff or agents, waiting?  LIKELY!  I got a newspaper and read the YELLOWSTONE STAR THAT I QUOTED, IN YESTERDAY'S BLOG, NOW ON THEIR SITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  RACHEL, IS REALLY, SARAH PALIN, DRILL BABY DRILL, SHIT, BITCH!  
  • breaking and entering?  what the fuck?  I go back to the hotel, bored, depressed, pissed, decided, I was tired, read the rest of the paper, got a USA TODAY too, after going to THE GUSHER, FOR PIZZA, WITH A STORM, ROLLING IN!  Now the law, on landlord tenant, is that, when, you rent, or lease, or in this case, get a room, for a few days, the manager, landlord, or hotel clerk, is to turn over the quiet enjoyment of that room, for the specified, period of time, and that was until, the next morning, at standard time, 11:00 am.  So, I am laying on the bed, and, I thought, I heard, the agents, or missionaries, say, housekeeping, but I was not sure, didn't answer or move, noticed that dude, was attempting to make a move to put, an air cooler in the window? WHAT THE FUCK?  I guess, the call by the house keeper was to see if I was in the ROOM!  He, yelled something and I picked up the curtains and he about had a heart attack--I bet, going in my room, without permission!  I was pissed, after, already having someone with KEYS, hello, break in my backpack, and look through my shit!  AGAIN?  I yelled, give me five minutes, fuck??????  I am going to lunch, so have at it, and I felt, like saying this an invasion of my privacy, and rights, dumbass! from Mormondumb!  LUNCH WAS AMAZING, PIZZA PERFECT, STORM, SO MAYBE, CLOUDS COVERED THE PARK, MAKE THE BEST OF IT, AND THOROUGHLY ENJOYED, JUST CHILLING IN THE PIZZA JOINT!
  • when, I returned, the air conditioner was in the window, and the cord, was, laying, out, unplugged, surprised again?  Dude, was in the hall, upstairs, and said, you scared me to death, when, you were in the room!  IT IS MY ROOM!  I was like, why don't you wait, until tomorrow?  I will be gone, you do maintenance when the ROOM IS EMPTY!  IT IS THE LAW, but Mormons and the DEA, are ABOVE THE LAW!  I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE I WENT, BUT, TO THE BATHROOM, AND, THE CORD, HAD BEEN, PLACED BEHIND THE DRESSER, AND, WAS PLUGGED IN?  SO THAT WAS THREE FUCKING TIMES IN ONE DAY, SOMEONE GOT IN MY ROOM WITHOUT PERMISSION????????  TOTAL INVASION OF PRIVACY AND RIGHTS . . . YOU BOUGHT HER DUDE, NOT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • CLUSTERFUCKS, I BETTER CALL TO MAKE SURE, THE SALT LAKE EXPRESS IS COMING TO PICK ME UP AT THE HOTEL, AS PLANNED.  GOOD I CALLED, NO, THEY PICK UP AT THE VISITOR'S CENTER?  NICE.  LEFT IN YELLOWSTONE, COPS KILL ME, AND RACHEL, TAKES OVER, JUST LIKE SHE TRIED, IN GLACIER PARK, 7 YEARS AGO, COMPLETE CYCLE, CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE!
  • autodidactic or I always know!  I got a gut, feeling, that, based on going to breakfast, yesterday, at 8:00 am, the stupid, little MORMON agents, would, try something stupid, today, before, I leave . . . didn't see them, much, but, I heard someone, stirring at about, 2:30 am, when, I got up to go to the restroom . . . then, I thought, I heard someone, out on the roof?  I tested, someone, at that time?  I turned on the light, and after I turned it off again, thought I saw, feet, or shadows, outside the door?  I finally, decided, the pitter-patter, was, just the rain?
  • not long after, I left for breakfast, at before, 7:00 am, I noticed, cops across the street, but it is the cop shop, but, it just struck me as strange, too early for most people, and several dudes, who looked, like undercover, pissed off feds, walked by, looking in the Timberline Cafe, next to the Madison!  THEY ARE MAD AT ME, FOR, GIVING BIRTH AND RAISING A ROCK STAR, NOT RACHEL, AND KENNEDY THE LIARS????????????????  GO FIGURE!  OH, COPS WON'T GET THEIR FUCKING CUT, IF I WIN? OR IF ELLIOT WINS?  FUCK YOU!
  • needless to say, it was very touch and go, stop and go, park my ass, watch for God Intel, watch flashing, road work signs, motel manager, dude, even tried to give me a ride . . . I stopped, before, leaving, and, took a secret tunnel, from the cafe to the hotel, decided, I needed to make up for debit card, games, on room fees, and bought, a new Yellowstone hat, Diet Coke, and Snickers bar . . . dude acted PISSED!  LOL.  WHOOPS!  Blew it!  Start over!
  • I got to the visitor's center, early, so as not to be left, needed to catch driver before, he took off, and left me all together!  He acted pissed!  There was some, older dude, showed up, wearing, navy blue, "Y" or BYU Cougar gear . . . he was the point guard from what I thought, even lingered, while I was sitting at the bench in front of the center, so as not to miss, the shuttle, driver, likes to come early and take a walk?  Looked totally MORMON!  I WOULD HAVE PICKED YOU UP AT THE MADISON . . . I BET YOU WOULDN'T!  I DIDN'T WANT TO FALL IN THE MIDDLE.  FIRST, MADISON, THEN, VISITOR'S CENTER, THEN, MADISON AGAIN . . . OH, FUCK NO!
  • back at the American Inn, Rexburg, I looked up, Allegiant Airlines, to check flights, for next month!  New shuttle driver, total mo, too, listened to everything, I said.  Now there was a lady from, Virginia, on a trip with her grandson . . . old agent?  Sharp, pretty 74 year old, liked, sitting by me and talking all the way back to Shaka's in Idaho Falls . . . then, she went on to Salt Lake City, to allegedly catch a plane, back home, in Virginia?
  • twice, the Salt Lake Express, who, never asks for tickets, just put your name on the manifest, through the computer, and the driver has to just check your name . . . thank god, I wrote down two confirmation numbers, because, back in Idaho falls, or going from the American Inn, to Rexburg, a driver in training, said, I was not on his list, or this was not the right shuttle, and I said, check the list . . . oh, you are not on the list once, but THREE TIMES??????  Rachel, Shelley and Kay, took a vacation, integrated maps, technology, and trying to confuse, law enforcement!  Oh, that was when, I took off to POCATELLO! to the Roadway Inn, another slip!  I GOT THREE DAYS, TOLD MY DAUGHTER, I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THE SHELTER WAS, DIDN'T THINK THEY HAD A GOOD BUS SYSTEM, NEEDED, NEW PANTS, TOP PRIORITY, HAD TO PAY A CAB TO ANOTHER TOWN, TO CHUBBUCK?  FUCK NO!  EVEN THE LIBRARY WAS, A MILE OR TWO FROM THE HOTEL!  I TOLD MY DAUGHTER, I WAS, GOING NORTH OR SOUTH, SHE HAD THREE DAYS TO DECIDE, IF SHE NEEDED ME, BUT I HAD TO COME NOW!  I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY, TO STAY, WHERE I WAS AT . . . SHE SAID SHE WOULD BE FINE, SAID, I AM STAYING THE SUMMER, IN MISSOULA OR ST. GEORGE, UTAH . . . MY GOAL IS TO GET IN SHAPE, FUCK, ANOTHER WASTED MONTH OF MONEY AND TIME!  GOOD.  IN SOME THINGS, I AM, BLACK AND WHITE, ALL OR NOTHING, SHE IS IN SHAPE, AND NEEDS TO COMPROMISE, NOT LEAVE ME HANGING HERE!  OKAY, MISSOULA IT IS!
  • FUN AND GAMES NOT OVER YET . . . I HAD A WHAT, 12 HOUR, WAIT, UNTIL, 7:30 SHUTTLE TO IDAHO FALLS . . . THE SCHEDULE SHOWED, LIKE A 12:40 SHUTTLE, A 5:30 PM, SHUTTLE, AND A 7:30 PM, WAS NOT EVEN ON THE POSTER I GOT?  I TALKED, THE, ABOUT, 2:30 PM, NOT SCHEDULED, EITHER, TO TAKE ME TO IDAHO FALLS, WHERE, I AT LEAST HAD A PLACE TO SIT AND READ OR EAT, NOT ON THE GRASS FOR, THE NEXT, 10 HOURS!  FUCK.

  ARE YOU FEELIN' LUCKY?  WOOH . . .  EYES BULGING OUT OF SIGNS ON SHAKA'S DOOR, BOTH SIDES?  SHOULD I?

  AGAIN, AFTER WAITING ALL DAY, WITH COP, AFTER COP, PARKING AND  LEAVING, SHERIFF, SLOWING DOWN, AND GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT WAS GOING ON BEHIND MY BACK, WITH SEVERAL SKETCHY LOOKING, DUDES, WHO, APPEARED TO BE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE, ABOUT, FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES, I WENT TO GET ON THE SHUTTLE, LATE, ABOUT, 10:00 PM, NOT ON THE MANIFEST, BOTH TIMES, HAD, CONFIRMATION NUMBERS, SO, PROOF, BUT NO TICKET, THEY NEVER ASK FOR . . . BUT, ME AND THE DRIVER, GOT DOWN AND DIRTY, ON THE TRIP TO SHAKA'S, THE FIRST, TRIP ON THE WAY THERE . . . HE SAID, YOU ARE NOT ON THE LIST . . . WELL, I BETTER BE . . . HE STARTED TO LAUGH, AND SAID, GET ON WHEN, I OFFERED MY CONFIRMATION, NUMBER, BUT THE LAST DRIVER, AN OLD ASSHOLE, NEW YORK CITY, RETIRED, COP, WAS PISSED!

  SECOND, GOD SENT, WAS, SOME DUDE FROM THE POV. A LITTLE SKATER DUDE, WHO WENT HOME, TO CALIFORNIA, ALLEGEDLY WITH WARRANTS, HIS DAD SAID, BUT WHEN, THE COPS SAID THERE WERE NO WARRANTS, STORY OF MY LIFE, BOGUS, BULLSHIT, HARASSMENT WARRANTS, WITH NO UNDERLYING CRIMES, JUST PISSED COPS . . . BUT, HIS DAD, KICKED HIM, OUT OF THE HOUSE PERMANENTLY, FOREVER, FOR "NOT" HAVING WARRANTS?  REWARDING, BAD BEHAVIOR, BUT NOT GOOD?  STRANGE?  SOUNDS, LIKE MY DAD!  GOOD GIRL, LOSES, ALL . . . BAD GIRLS WIN EVERYTHING, I WORKED FOR, RAISED, DID?

  FUCK?

  NEVER KNEW THERE WERE TWO ASSHOLE DADS, SAME BUS, ALMOST TO FATHER'S DAY?  LOL.

  FUNNY WHO, SKATER BOY, FUN KID, WENT ALL THE WAY TO CALIFORNIA, WHILE I WENT TO YELLOWSTONE, POCATELLO, AND, HOPPED, SHUTTLES, TO END UP, TOGETHER AGAIN?  VERY STRANGE?

  IDENTIFIER?

  MIGHT HAVE SAVED MY LIFE . . . COWBOY, WAS, AT THE THUNDERBIRD HOTEL, MISSOULA, SIGNED ON A NEW HOUSE, IN ARLE, MONTANA, WANTED TO SEE ME . . . OH, HOW SWEET, UNLESS YOU WERE THE ONE BEHIND ALL THIS, BREAKING AND ENTERING?

  I NEED TO GO TO TARGET.  I WILL PICK YOU UP FROM THE BUS . . . OH, NO YOU WILL NOT, I THOUGH, BEFORE, ANYBODY, KNOWS I AM BACK IN TOWN?  NOT AFTER THAT JOANNE IN THE ISJ, OR THE IDAHO STATE JOURNAL, WAS MURDERED BY HER BOYFRIEND, AND FOUND, YEARS LATER IN A SHALLOW GRAVE?  FUCK NO, I PLANNED ON, JUMPING THE BUS, RIGHT OUTSIDE, JEFFERSON LINES, GET SUPPLIES FOR THE NEXT, YEAR!  LOL.  MY YOGA PANTS WERE INDECENT BY THIS TIME . . . STITCHED, AT LEAST 4 TIMES, AND SO THREAD BARE, I HAD TO GET SOME NEW PANTS, A MUST! 

  THERE APPEARED TO BE A POSSIBLE, STINK OP, JUST OFF THE BUS, TONS OF AGENT LOOKING DUDES, INCLUDING MR. CUDDLY, I WAS SITTING NEXT TO!  LOL.  SO THE BUS WAS CROWDED, AND I HAVE NEVER HAD TO SHARE A SEAT WITH ANYONE FOR, ABOUT, 7 YEARS, IF THAT . . . WHY SO CROWDED?  LAST DUDE ON THE BUS, LUCKY, GOOD LOOKING, HOT, BUILT, WOULDN'T LOOK ME IN THE EYES.  SMILE.  I WAS SO TIRED, THAT I CRASHED, AND ALMOST ON HIS SHOULDER!  LOL.  DIRTY OLD LADY!  I KIND OF WOKE UP, A BIT, STILL GROGGY, BUT AWARE ENOUGH, THAT, AFTER NOT BEING WITH  A MAN FOR, WHAT, THE LAST, 13 YEARS, FOR THE MOST PART, OR AT LEAST BEING CUDDLY WITH ONE, THIS FELT, GOOD!  OH, SO, HANDSOME TOO, LIKE THE LEGS, NICE, GLASSES, DOUBLE, OR SO IT LOOKED, RED, GLASSES OVER, GLASSES?  STRANGE, AGENT?  MAYBE.  THEN, I NOTICED THAT, THERE WAS A SURVEILLANCE CAMERA, ALMOST RIGHT OVER MY HEAD . . . THIS MOB BOYFRIEND SHIT, IS, AFFECTING ME, CAN COWBOY SEE, ME, ALMOST ON THIS DUDE'S LAP?  HIS BOSS?  SHIT.  I SIT UP STRAIGHT, AND TOTALLY IGNORE, HOT CUDDLE BUG, YOUNG'UN!  LOL.  HE FELT SO WARM, COZY, AND I AM A TOUCH, ME NOT, SO, INTERESTING, FOR EVEN ME . . . SURPRISE HE DIDN'T SQUIRM?  APPEARED FROZEN.  YES, I AM THE FAMOUS ONE!

  LOL.

  IT'S ALL IN THE ATTITUDE!

  CONFIDENCE IS BEAUTIFUL!

  I RUSHED RIGHT OFF THE BUS, TO THE BUS STOP!

  MAN THAT LOOKS, LIKE A LOT OF BEEF, YOUNG, HANDSOME, TONS, NOT YOUR NORMAL BUS RIDERS!

  AGENTS!

  CLEAR.

  THEY GATHERED QUICK, BUT I GOT TO THE BUS STOP FAST, BREAKFAST!

  LITTLE SKATER BUDDY, MIGHT HAVE BEEN, THERE ON PURPOSE, OR GOT, HIS WARRANTS DROPPED, FOR RATTING ME OUT?

  GIVE HIM THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT!

  IN BUTTE, WITH A FOUR HOUR LAYOVER, HE BROUGHT SOME DUDE, WHO, COULD, EASY BE A HIT MAN FOR THE MOB, GIVING ME HIS TALES OF WOE, WIFE DIED, IN AUTO ACCIDENT, WIPED HIM OUT, NO PLACE TO GO, MEETING WITH PEOPLE IN LAKE SIDE, BUT WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE, UNTIL, I GOT, COLD AND WONDERING!  TOTAL GANGSTER, LOOK AND VOICE!  PORTO RICIAN! FROM, NEW YORK, GOING TO LAKE SIDE, TO A FAMILY OF 10 ADOPTED KIDS?

  IF TRUE, YOU WILL HAVE NO, TROUBLE FINDING, THE FAMILY, EVERYONE WILL KNOW THEM . . . MORMONS!  WARD HOUSE IN MIDDLE OF TOWN!  SHELLEY'S CREW, MOB MEN!

  I ONLY HAD ONE, BOYFRIEND, AT MY SCHOOL, PEST CONTROL, THE REST WERE AT OTHER HIGH SCHOOLS, SO, IF I WANTED TO SEE THEM, I WOULD GO TO THEM, AND THEY SAY, YOU ARE THE MOST LIKE YOURSELF, THE WAY YOU WERE IN HIGH SCHOOL!  LOL.

  I CALLED COWBOY, TOLD HIM, I WAS AT TARGET, NEEDED ABOUT, A HALF HOUR, TO SHOP, CHANGE CLOTHES, DO A MEXICAN SPIT BATH, THEN, PICK ME UP, OUTSIDE, SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS, 9:00ISH?  BUT, HE CALLED ME, WITHIN, 15 MINUTES, WAITING FOR ME . . . WHAT THE HELL, POSSESSIVE . . . I DITCHED MY ONE DAY, BOUNTIFUL HIGH, BOYFRIEND, BECAUSE, HE WAITED BY MY LOCKER, TO WALK ME TO CLASS . . HATED THAT, DROPPED HIS ASS!

  I WAS FEELING THE SAME WAY ABOUT COWBOY, CALLING ME, WITH MY YOGA PANTS, ON THE FLOOR, FUMBLING FOR THE FOOT HOLES, WHILE TRYING TO ANSWER THE PHONE!

  LOL.

  I HATE TO BE PUSHED OR PRESSURED! 

  WALKING THE LINE WITH ME, COWBOY!

  AS SOON AS I GOT IN THE TRUCK, I TOLD HIM, ABOUT SKATER BOY, ALL HE SAID, IS THAT IS NOT SO RARE . . . REALLY?  HUNDREDS OF MILES, HOPPED SCHEDULES, DAD KICKING HIM OUT?  ARE YOU THE MARSHAL OVERSEEING THIS WHOLE OPERATION FROM START TO FINISH?

  THAT IS FUCKING BIZARRE!

  SORRY YOU DIDN'T GET TO MURDER ME THIS MORNING!

  LOL.

  BREAKFAST AT NOT TIFFANY'S, BUT THE OXFORD, AND HE WAS A BIT PISSY . . . I DON'T NEED THIS!

  NOW YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE THE CATTLE, OR RACHEL AND THE GALZ, TO HIGHER PASTURES FOR TWO WEEKS? OR IS THAT WASHINGTON, D.C.?

  WHATEVER, GET OUT OF MY HAIR, FOR AT LEAST TWO WEEKS, I NEED TO RETHINK THIS BOYFRIEND, THING!

  I HAD HIM DROP ME OFF AT THE LAW SCHOOL, SO I COULD WRITE MY BLOG . . . RIDERS ON THE STORM, LEAD ME TO "GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY" WITH NICHOLAS CAGE, AND SAM ELLIOT, AND THE DEVIL, BRET, ALL FRIENDS, ALL IN ON THIS, FUCK JOANN, LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY!

  BUT, THEY ARE NOT THAT LUCKY!

  LOL.

  SO, HERE IS THE GRAFTED, FAMILY, OR BRANCHES, IN THE NATURAL OLIVE TREE, OR ME, THE PEACE MAKER, THEY KEEP, BRINGING IN MORE AND MORE, NEW BRANCHES INTO MY TREE . . . NOW ABOUT, 6 TO 10 WOMEN, AND GOD KNOWS HOW MANY MEN!

  FAMILY TREE IS GETTING PRETTY DAMNED, DEADLY AND CROWDED!

  SO, LOOK-ALIKES, FATHER AND SON, ARE MIXING, ROLES, AND DOUBLES FOR EACH OTHER.  I MEET KENNEDY, FOUR YEARS AGO, IN BUTTE, HE MIXES, MATCHES AND ATTACHES, TO SHOP EASY GIRL, RACHEL, MY DOUBLE . . . BUT, THEY CAN'T GET RID OF MOM, ATTORNEY, KODIAK, MAMA BEAR, SO, BRING IN COWBOY JERZY MIKE KOSINSKI, D.C. COP MOB, BOSS, DADDY, OF ELLIOT, MIX, MATCH, AND ATTACH, HOOK UP WITH REAL MOM, WHILE BABY, CAGE, PLAYS HOUSE WITH, RACHEL, OR ALLEGEDLY ME, DAD WILL TAKE CARE OF, THE OLD GRAY MARE AND, RETIRE HER TO ARLE, NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN, WHILE SHELLEY, AKA, ME TOO, IS HIDDEN, ON THE RANCH, KILL JO, AND ALL THE GIRLZ, GET TO BE HER, AND ALL THE BOYZ, GET TO BE MARRIED TO MUSCLE, QUEEN, ATTORNEY, MOM, EXTRAORDINAIRE, AND EVERYONE LIVES, FAT, HAPPY AND RICH, ON JOANN'S SPOILS, PAYING HER BACK FOR TAKING THE CASH COW, ASSET FORFEITURE, KILLING THAT LEGISLATION, THAT STARTED THIS 20 YEAR WAR, AGAINST ME AND MINE!  NOW, HIS AND HERS!

  FUCK THAT SHIT!

  KENNEDY SANG, TO ME ONE NIGHT IN BUTTE, RESCUE MISSION . . . I SHOULD HAVE BEEN A COWBOY!

  OH, HOW ABOUT GOOD OL' DAD!

  NICE TRY.

  NEITHER ONE OF YOU NEED CRY!

  LOL.

  THINK, OLD FAITHFUL, HAS A WIFE!

  COUNT ME OUT!

  HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU!

  NOBODY GETS TO BE ME!

  SMIILE.